Talking: Mikey Styles]

Yeah, yeah

Right about now. We going to vibe you se. Ghetto celebrity, part two.

This is how we do.



[Mikey Styles]

1997, Mikey Styles, rap artist

Composing, not a biter like some kids wish

Open speakers blasting

Get a good night's kiss

Rock a bye baby type

'Cause you know this track is hype

It's off the hook, out of sight

I'll try my best to enlight

My potholes to a len

Built 'em real nice, real bright

I roll some twilight

When it was my night

While some MCs can't rhyme right

I be at a concert near you, rushing through

With my crew, them money dealing, chain snatchers

Polo gear fly from head to toe they got stolen

It's up at Metropolis, want to stop our partying

We blessed it back on the O.Z. with chicks from Thailand

They go me playing superstar there for a second

It's aight though

I get swifter yo

You know how I go

Think big, ???? for a big prize

Soon we'll have an enterprise, live like big guys

For now hustling is the key

Success will wait for next G

Droppin' a gem for your system, so rack ya party

Peace to my mommy, G.O.D. bless me



[CHORUS: Mikey Styles]

Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, may day

Call for backup it's pay day

Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, may day

Call for backup it's pay day

Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, may day

Call for backup it's pay day

Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, may day

Call for backup it's pay day



[Mikey Styles]

It's time we connect son

Let's have a piece of them chips

No BBQ pringles, straight up some rap shit

Bussin' through like the blue top form

Some niggas be sounding busted

I think they mommy's lying

I kick that b-boy poetry

'Cause that's whose run the streets

Run the jeeps, 'cause my whole community

Guy wearing camoflague army, Timbs tres chic(?)

'Cause we bent sipping brandy, my look frenzy

Got this ???? king size

Laced it with the illy, now we all low eyes

Bumping Notorious Hypnotize

In the rental, we ride

Twisting some M-39's, and freeze land

You better freeze man

better understand, recognize what I'm saying

I'm rapping for me, but a the same time I trying to reach you, B

And all your crew, smoking mad trees

Free day, chilling downtown (chilling downtown)



[CHORUS]



[Mr. Q]

Here's the last chapter

Watch the super duper come around

Used to live uptown 'cause 97 I don't fake nothing

Bust rhyme for fun

But I be the one coming straight from the underground

So, look I'm bitter son

With your whole fashion, bring the new stuff

'Cause we got enough

But if you can't let me fucking up the program

I'll show you who's the man

For the business, me and my nigga Mikey

Straight from the East, go no love for them wanna bes

'Cause we strickly, down for the real things here

Basket Case, name of the crew and we're dangerous

Try to dis us, you get fucked at the same time. Pay day



[CHORUS]



[Mikey Styles]

Got to be twisting something

While these beats be pumping

I'm going to take you in

Fake guys get scared

Is there a heaven out there or hell down there?

Not quite sure, that's why I'm guzzling beer

When I'm getting mad jumpy

I don't really care, I don't really care, I don't really care

You know what I'm saying

You know what I'm saying, this is to the zoo